Chapter 2538: Darkness vs Death (4)

Chapter 2538: Darkness vs Death (4)



Yin He's arrival was like a sudden shift in the weather, a change in the atmosphere that was both tangible and profound. He exuded an aura so potent, so overwhelming, that it suppressed the entire battlefield, silencing the chaos, stilling the conflict.

Mo Xue, her body battered and bruised, her energy nearly depleted, felt a surge of relief at Yin He's arrival. It was as if a crushing weight had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of security she hadn't realized she was missing.

"Ancestor." She said with her head low.

Yin He turned his gaze towards Mo Xue, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. A faint smirk touched his lips as he observed her disheveled state. "Well, well, Mo Xue," he said, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that seemed to echo from the depths of the void itself. "It seems you've found yourself in a bit of a predicament. I've told you that the world has changed."

Before Mo Xue could respond, Yin He shifted his attention to the Hell Asura. He raised his hand, and a long, elegant sword materialized in his grasp.

The sword's blade was a deep, inky black, reflecting no light, as if it absorbed all the illumination around it. It was a weapon that seemed to be made of pure darkness, a physical manifestation of the void itself.

With a smooth, almost casual motion, Yin He pointed the sword at the Hell Asura. The air around the blade began to distort, the very fabric of space seeming to warp and bend under the influence of his power. It was clear that this was no ordinary weapon, but a tool imbued with the Law of Darkness, a power that Yin He wielded with absolute mastery.

"Hell Asura," Yin He said, his voice calm yet filled with an undercurrent of steel. "You are a formidable opponent, I'll give you that. But your interference ends here."

The Hell Asura, silent as ever, simply raised his spear in response, his form radiating an aura of death and destruction. He was ready for battle, eager to face this new challenger, this ancient power that dared to stand against him.

The two titans, Yin He and the Hell Asura, faced each other, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. The air between them crackled with energy, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Seeing this, Sheng Qianyu waved her hand and ordered her people to retreat. The battle between these two titians would undoubtedly affect the entire space.

The Hell Asura pointed his spear toward Yin He, prepared to attack again.

"However," Yin He continued, his voice cutting through the chaos, "my purpose here has been achieved. I merely wanted to test the capabilities of Si Junyi's forces. It appears he has not disappointed me."

With a casual wave of his hand, the chaotic energies around him receded, the distortion of space lessening, the battlefield slowly returning to a semblance of normalcy. It was as if he were dismissing the storm he had conjured, ending the battle as easily as he had started it. "Mo Xue," Yin He called out, his voice carrying over the now-silent battlefield. "Let's go. We have what we came for."

Mo Xue, still somewhat shaken from her encounter with the Hell Asura, quickly gathered herself, her crimson eyes flickering toward the silent figure of the Asura, then back to Yin He. She nodded, her expression a mix of relief and lingering anger.

Without another word, Yin He turned, his form flickering and disappearing into the void with Mo Xue, as if he were a shadow melting back into the darkness.

The Hell Asura remained standing, his spear still in hand, his gaze fixed on the spot where Yin He and Mo Xue had vanished.

Sheng Qianyu approached and said respectfully, "Lord Asura."

The Hell Asura glanced at her and waved his hand before flying away.

Sheng Qianyu took a deep look at the place where Yin He and Mo Xue had disappeared.

"Retreat."

The battlefield descended into silence, leaving only a few survivors amidst the devastated

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